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Northern Lights
I stood quietly
In the corner, staring at
A little freckle
On my palm that I
Did not realize existed
When you had entered.
It was as if the
Curtains on the windows were
Thrust open, and the
Sun lost itself in
Your eyes, just as I did, and
Just as the daisy
Tucked away by your
French braid did. And you sparkled,
Your yellow sun dress
Could not have been more
Unlike the brave star itself.
And your irises
As you looked my way
Rivaled the twinkling bundles
Of light in the black
Atmosphere above.
You sauntered towards me, one step
In front of the next,
And it disheartened
Me to wonder how something
So perfect as you
Could escape from the
Merciless chains of heaven
To walk my way, and
I comprehended
Slowly that perhaps you thought
That I was more than
Perfect too, and that
Perhaps we could make a leap
Of faith and converse
With one another,
And my footsteps were heavy,
One in front of the
Next, but they were quick,
One footstep in front of the
Next, and before I
Could conjure up a
Compliment you began to
Tell me about the
Way the North Star shone
Tonight, and how you wished you
Could see Aurora
Borealis, and
I asked you what that was, as
I did not recall
Astronomy terms
From high school, and you informed
Me that they were what
You noticed in my
Eyes, with the way the fading
Sun shone directly
Into my pupils,
And I suddenly recalled
What the Northern Lights
Were, and I told you
That Aurora herself, the
Roman god of dawn,
Would have been jealous
If she witnessed how your eyes
Rose the sleepy sun.
And you smiled, you
Told me how sweet I was this
Evening, just as you
Turned around and left
My bleeding heart, one footstep
In front of the next...
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